Expensive Girl

Misprision

Oh, how 'bout a round of applause?
Yeah
Standin' ovation
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

"Could we continue this conversation elsewhere?"

He said while standing up and offering his hand for Nyda to take.  

"Nyda, aren't you going to take my hand?"

Nyda had quit facing Jasper, for a second thinking about his offer; turned her gaze to the room, for just a second. She noticed something was gone, the thing she had been watching all night. Sana.

"She's gone, Jasper."

"Who's gone?"

"Sana."

And with that said, Nyda took off. Clutching Jasper's while pushing the through the crowd.

I swear in God's name if she's doing what I think she is. She dead. Out. It's over.

When Nyda was done, they were standing in front of the door. It was metal, with an enormous lock.

"She's in here?"

"No, but it leads to where she might be. Where she's doing something, for someone I hoped she would just leave. I warned her but apparently, a warning isn't enough, not for her."

Oh shit, she's pissed off now and I thought I'd be the one to piss her off.

"Give me your gun."

Turned his eyes from the door to Nyda.

"It wasn't a request. Now give me your gun." Nyda's voice sounded furious.

As soon as Jasper gave her the gun, she checked if it was loaded, armed it and opened the door. She started to walk right away when the door was opened right away. She was rushing to get to Sana, whatever it is she did. It wasn't ending well for her.

Eventually, they reached a clearing, in the building. They saw Sana standing a front of a man, he was chained to the wall, blood gushing out at multiple places. they could hear her mumble something in a foreign language. "Holy shit," Jasper whispered. Nyda didn't waste her voice and shot the first bullet and hit the wall next to the man's head. Sana turned around, shock and confusion engulfed her face.

"Nyda I-"

"Save your words Sana, I know who you're doing this for."

A single tear strolled down her cheek.

"You're doing this for him. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your promise and yet I put my faith your word. That of a liar. After everything your father did to you, you still act as his pet, his mere servant. For what? A few nice words? Thanks? Or was it for your satisfaction?"

"This isn't how you said friendship works Nyda, you said so yourself. You... You told me, that-that friends, they hang out and tell each other the things that you feel bad about and that they accept the needs and actions of the other and-"

"That they trust each other. I put trust in you, I put trust in thinking you could change to become a person and not to stay a weapon."

"You... YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Sana was starting to yell now.

"This is the only I was ever good at if I stopped killing for father I- I'd be useless. IF YOU HAD JUST LET ME DO IT FOR YOU, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED. BUT NO. NO, YOU HAD TO BE ALL RIGHTFUL. You kept from doing to do the only thing I am good at. So yes I went back to father."

"If you think taking orders is the only thing you are good at, then you should leave," Nyda said deadpanned

"Wh- what?"

Sana's eyes spilt more tears now but she didn't seem like breaking at any moment.

"Leave right now, leave my club. And think about how useless you are, for not knowing yourself better than just a soldier that takes orders."

Sana quickly turned her face to the man and back to Nyda.

"What about him?" Nyda shot the second bullet right between his eyes. Leaving both Sana and Jasper who was still in the room, shocked.

"It's handled, and if you don't leave now, the next bullet will be flying toward your face."

Her face contorted into a sly smirk, "my dearest Nyda, I know what you'll be doing next. Just know it won't help, nor will it save anyone. Father was right all along it seems, friends are here only for your good sides and when you do something that doesn't suit them, they throw you away like trash."

With that comment, Sana took her coat and left. Not saying a single word. Nyda continued to clean up the mess of the body that was now hanging at her wall. Jasper had called someone to get rid of body threatening that if they ever spoke of it, they would end up with a bullet between their eyes just like the dead bastard attached to the wall.

"So what now?" Jasper asked.

"We go upstairs, take a bottle of whiskey with us and call it a night."

"You want me to stay over?"

"And to do some other things too," Nyda suggested, Jasper smirked at the suggestion.

As said, the duo moved upstairs to the penthouse.